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I don't wanna burn out
I don't want to fit in
I don't want to make things easy for myself
When there's so much left to do

I'm tired
I'm fucking tired
I'm tired of this life that I'm forced to live
Not sad enough to take it
But just mad enough
To refuse to fake it

I'm tired of working to barely scrape by
While owners of companies laugh and strut by
They say that I should be thankful to choose
Which arm or leg I'm able to lose

Its core is corrupt
It's practice is great
Exactly what they want it to be
They hold up the people
That made it by luck
Up high on a pillar, it's easy you shmuck

I look around and all I see
Are people struggling to be alive
You're not living when you're trying to survive

I'm sick of the trickles getting caught in the gutters
High up on rooftops this ceiling's too cluttered
I can't see the sky though I know it's the limit
I've reached the end of opportunities given

I'm sick of being told that it's fair
That it's only our fault that we're stuck in despair
Excuses for racism, sexism's thoughts
If I don't hire you it's your own damn fault

I'm sick of the lies that everyone can make it
Because if they did convenience wouldn't exist
I'm sick and tired of playing the game
We can't all win cuz we're not all the same

Oppression still exists and they still deny it
In the land of the free you're more free than me
And I'm sick of this shit because I know we can change it
I know we can change it I know we can change it